I think, typically, sci-fi can be a little bit grey and thought provoking. Sometimes it leaves you pondering certain questions and things.
If we were immortal, then life would be meaningless, because nothing would be of consequence. Certainly one way of taking the edge off the prospect of our inevitable demise is to ponder how much more horrendous it would be if we persisted in perpetuity. And yet, if you told me I had X number of days left to live, I would lobby for X plus one.
Our griefs, as well as our joys, owe their strongest colors to our imaginations. There is nothing so grievous to be borne that pondering upon it will not make it heavier; and there is no pleasure so vivid that the animation of fancy cannot liven it.
There are a lot of things that you can like at a distance without spending a huge amount of time pondering. It's not so complicated.
Humanity is at a fork in the road and we can no longer stand there staring at the map pondering which direction to take. It is hardly a choice, after all. One Road leads to a global fascist dictatorship that would control every aspect of our lives, including our thoughts. The other will open the door to freedom and potential on a scale never experienced in the 'world' as we have known it. Hard one, isn't it? A choice between a prison and a paradise?
When it comes to strategy, ponder less and do more.
Each match I approach like a new one. The work is so immense that you don't have time to sit and ponder.
At no time am I a quick thinker or writer: whatever I have done in science has solely been by long pondering, patience and industry.
She was pondering the option of law school, the great American baby-sitter for directionless postgrads.
When I ponder my mind I consistently find It is glued On food.
The life of which meaning one never ponders is not worth living
The average woman would not be pondering how fast her date could kill her, but I’ll never be an average woman.
When they [breasts] are huge, you become very self-conscious. . . I've learned something though, through my years of pondering and pontificating, and that is: men love them, and I love that.
It is a fact worth pondering that four centuries ago the evil of "an abundance or surplus" arose from its being kept off the market, while today the evil of surplus lies in its being thrown upon the market.
I don't guess. I think. I ponder. I deduce. Then I decide. But I never guess.
I ponder if we are more defined by the container we are in than what we are inside. Would we recognize ourselves if we could expand beyond our bodies?
Pondering is, in my feeling, a form of prayer.
All creations are one with the universe. Look at the world around you. Can you effectively separate yourself from everything else? After seriously pondering this, most of us rapidly conclude that we cannot. To even make the statement that I exist as a unique entity requires comparison with something else. (If you exist as a distinct being, your distinctiveness is in comparison to other creations. No other creations, no individual you. )
In the meantime, I would drink, rest, and ponder the meaning of this mob.
I'm afraid that if I started to ponder who I am and what I am, I might not like what I find.
